Snow
“Everything about this is terrible,” Kellen muttered resentfully and pulled his parka in tighter. He couldn’t freeze to death any more than he could die in other ways, but he didn’t like being this cold. “Why did we think this was a good idea?”
“We didn’t,” Tif snarled, a bundle of white fur and bad temper. “Your new friend sent us hear because, and I quote, ‘there might be a lead to this new job’ and shot you out the airlock!”
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